In the church of St. Panin, the black shadow of the Dao restrained the footsteps of the god of space and the god of death.

These shadows did not spread on the ground, but were connected to Luo Jue's fingertips.

Seeing this cold puppeteer again, the space god was even more alert in his heart, and the god of death was light with his hands behind his back.

The shadow quickly shrank back from under him, and he turned his head to look at Luo Jue.

"Manipulation based on the ability of the Shadow of Death, a subtle technique, but you should know that the Shadow of Death fears me",

Through the dark door, only half of his body was revealed.

He hid his abilities while inside Roger, and now, he's back in control of Hell.

Higher status and greater power than before.

And Luo Jue's puppet manipulation has also broken through the limit of the puppeteer and reached a new peak.

The Death Shadow's binding ability and the Blood Ancestor's ability to manipulate souls were already used to him at this time, and he was not at a disadvantage even in the face of the Protoss.

"The creatures of hell fear only the strong, it fears the masters of hell, and it fears me",

The black shadow had just shrunk a few inches before it spread out again under his urging, but this time the Grim Reaper did not sit still, the scythe in his hand lightly pressed on the ground to form a line, and the silent majesty was naturally revealed, and the black shadow only spread to the edge of the line and could not go further.

"The last Nine Brains, the master of hell, you have gone astray because of your blood ancestor", Luo Juedao.

Two names, two identities, all self-explanatory.

The eyes under the hood of the Grim Reaper showed a faint light, and a low and hoarse voice said, "You are also full of hostility towards me, in a few years." You will surpass the Blood Ancestor in all respects. And the puppeteer".

He walked down the steps step by step and said, "Has the puppeteer's nature changed?, Blood Ancestor, Ying, Kite, Mo, you and Roger father and son, are there any good people among you?",

Luo Jue said: "Hostility is only directed against the enemy. Whether there is hostility or not depends on your position, there is no good or evil in puppeteers, this is the same for those who stand at the top and are looked up to",

"God cannot believe in man's excuses",

"The Golden Circus was founded for the coexistence of man and God, and for this purpose, I made an exception for the Pope to join. The Protoss, who has been forgotten for too long, needs his appeal to coexist with the Terrans on the continent",

"Do you understand this humiliation?". Death said: "Atlantis is the kingdom of the gods, in order to help the human race fight against the demon gods, the gods are declining step by step, and finally perishing, forgotten by everyone, even so, my clan does not hold a grudge against you, in order to return to the continent, I am committed to reaching a consensus with the Pope",

"The result?",

"The Blood Ancestor and the hypocritical Pope not only murdered me and took away my right to death, but also repeatedly blasphemed my people and dissected the heroic martyrs of our people in battle, so that their souls could not rest in peace",

With indescribable hatred in his low and dumb words, the Grim Reaper said, "Spreading doctrines, fooling the people, and achieving their own despicable purposes in the name of God, but in essence trampling on the majesty and self-esteem of God all the time, what qualifications do you have to coexist with my people?"

"The enmity between man and God is irreparable at the moment of my death, from the moment when the Pope colludes with the Blood Ancestor, from the moment when the Blood Ancestor desecrates our race, from the moment when your son, Roger, goes to war with the Protoss, man and God are incompatible",

"The Protoss is about to return to the kingdom of God, see you on the battlefield, puppeteer",

This is already a declaration of war.

The black cloak entered the door, and the door slowly closed.

Behind that door, Luo Jue saw a pair of eyes eager to be reborn.

Unlike the evil spirits, who only have the instinct to kill, when they come back to earth, the divine comedy that was once sung will become a funeral song

From the Valley of the Deadheads to St. Panin, Roger couldn't remember how many people he had killed and how many demons he had killed, but what he did know was that he was no longer tolerated by this world.

After killing two evil gods, St. Panin was in ruins, and he turned thousands of miles of land into terracotta, and almost no people lived in his passes.

In people's mouths, he is no longer a "murderous demon", "a cursed star", and "a butcher without humanity", these are no longer enough to describe him.

Now, whenever someone mentions the name Roger, they will say that even if they look through the thousands of years of history of the continent, they will not find a genocider like him who is opposed to the entire human race.

Now, whoever it is, the mention of his name makes them tremble with fright, as if he is not a person, but a monster sent by the heavens to make them feel terrifying, and even sleeping babies will be frightened and cry at the mention of his name.

And Roger just laughed it off.

On the eastern side of the valley of the guillotine, he sat alone on the top of a high mountain, wrapped in his coat.

He was more seriously injured in the bloody battle of St. Panin than Oga was, but the recovery of the demigod body was also amazing, and Oga was already able to move freely while he was still recuperating from his wounds in bed.

It's just that there are more gray hairs on his head, and although his back is still straight, he walks as if with a yin wind, and even the stitching beasts in the valley whisper that there are endless grievances pressing on the top of his head, but they can't bend his back, so he can't stay in the sky above him, forming a daunting yin wind.

Roger didn't notice it himself, he seemed to have become more cheerful, smiling and greeting Stitching Beasts, listening to Angel sing in the morning, and occasionally cooking some meals for Stitching Beasts when he was in a good mood.

It's just that when night comes, when he returns to his cabin alone, he will sit alone at the window and look out the window, looking at the sky, and it will be half a day

"Knock",

Roger casually threw a stone down the hill, and after about three seconds he threw the next one, and he repeated the boring action so mechanically, neither long nor short, exactly three seconds.

Nikolai, who was standing behind him, was silent, quietly watching his back.

When the stones under the mountain were piled up half a meter high, Roger stopped what he was doing and asked, "Nikolai, what was the purpose of the burial?"

"Building a Harmonious World",

"What kind of world is the Great Harmony?",

"No one is on top, no one is kneeling and praying, no one is hungry and cold, no one is precarious, heaven is not heaven, hell is not hell, God cannot be self-righteous, ghosts do not have to suffer, this is the world of great harmony we want",

Roger smiled.

"What you are doing is not at all in line with your noble ideals",

"We cannot push the mountains that stand in our way without the means of terror",

"You have not been able to do it with terror",

"High ideals are always hard to achieve",

"yes, it's hard",

Roger smiled, grabbed another pebble and threw it (to be continued......)